She has to

There was no way she was staying like this in the middle of another city! Getting back to Central City had to be her priority. Caitlin swallowed.

“Ok,” she said, squirming in the bus doorway. “Ok. Fine. And you’ll take me to Central City?”

“Sure, once they’re off,” the driver said.

Caitlin flushed, arms still crossed. Fuck.

She was going to be left in just her panties and her shoes, but she was going to be way, way closer to her friends and her home. That was better, wasn’t it?

She took a step forwards; the driver hit a button to make the door jerk towards being closed.

“Nuh-uh,” he said. “Jeans for service, remember?”

“Out here?!” Caitlin squealed.

“Don’t want you going back on your word,” he said.

Caitlin flushed. Nervously she glanced around the street, shuffling on the spot as a few people crossed a more distant part of the street. Oh god.

“Chop chop,” he said.

“One second!” Caitlin said.

As soon as they were out of view she hurried, praying no one else came onto the street. She bent forwards, dropping both her arms to reluctantly bare her tits, and pushed down the jeans she’d found herself wearing.

And was promptly reminded of Killer Frost’s taste in underwear. She flushed as the cool air brushed her now-bare thighs, and fizzed against the exposed cheeks of her ass.

It was a tiny scrap of a thing, only vaguely covering her pussy, the V between her legs still visible. And behind her, she could feel all too clearly that it was merely a thin strip between her ass cheeks, making her feel like she might as well have been naked.

Face burning, she fumbled to hurriedly push her jeans down, stepping out of them and hurrying to pull her shoes through the holes, not wanting to waste a second taking them off.

As soon as she was done she grabbed them, straightening and holding the denim in front of her tits, legs trailing down to hide a little bit more than her inadequate panties.

“Happy?” she said, flustered.

“Give `em here,” the driver said.

Caitlin squeaked. She was too **** to get inside the bus to debate it though; she stumbled through the door and blushed under the scrutiny of the other passengers.

Reluctantly she handed the garment over, squeaking as the bus driver wrenched them away, out of her grasp.

Then she was left in just a thong and her shoes. Arms still crossed over her bare chest, Caitlin stumbled to a nearby chair and sat, hunching over.

She could feel the texture of the bus seat against the exposed skin of her ass; she’d have felt it against her bare back too if she could have convinced herself to sit up straighter. Instead she stayed bent forwards, desperately hoping she was keeping her chest covered.

The driver had wanted her to stay near the front, she remembered. At least she hadn’t needed to walk past the rest of the passengers as she was; equally though, she couldn’t just curl up in the dim back of the bus.

She was under the lights, every inch of exposed skin undeniably visible.

The bus started moving. Caitlin burned a bright red, mentally cursing her alter-ego for putting her in this situation.

Ok. Just get back to Central, hopefully get her jeans back, get home. Caitlin swallowed.

And then the bus stopped at another stop, picking up a last few passengers from Star City. Caitlin jerked up for a moment, before remembering to hunch forward, flushing.

More people coming on board! She bit her lip, shrinking into the corner and already blushing just from the glimpse they had of her through the door.